I’m locked in these chains like I’m boxed in a cage, dropped in a maze made of all my mistakes, and there’s no way out cause the key to escape is letting go of all the pain, let the past be the past and the future unset, let the scars in your heart be a part of your best, form, let it pull you apart like the moves on a chess, board, moving way too fast to keep an accurate score, so I’m levelling the levels as I level with myself, and if the devils in the details then I’ll point it out as well, and is it better to be levelheaded when I centre all my effort, better if I never ever said a single fucking letter, never used my words to express myself, never used this hurt to connect myself, would I even be me at all, would I rise or fall, fly or soar, touch the sky or never even leave the ground at all.